"Attend me, Coffle," said he, "for bondage march." He held his hand, the visible signal of preparation, poised over his thigh.
We tensed. But, strangely, though of Earth, I did not object to a world in which
men, like larls, were healthy. I wanted them that way, rich and glorious
in their power. I sensed, perhaps, my complementarity to them. Only in a
world where there were true men could there be true women.
I felt the steel on my wrist, with its chain.
He struck his right thigh with his open hand, suddenly, sharply. We
moved out, slave girls, on the left foot, that the pace of the march be
uniform. We were owned."
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